Chapter 4987 The Sexcapades Of A Hookup Bitch:>Ep11
- We were in front of Atlanta’s Centennial Olympic Park water fountain display. It was warm out and not that many people were about except other couples enjoying the night and the company. We talked. We flirted. We laughed. We were happy. That night we went to my place.
- The lights were low. He sat on the couch where he waited and watched. I kicked off the leather high heels. I lifted my leg onto the coffee table. Then lifting my skirt I undid the fasteners of my garter belt. The silk stockings slid down my thigh, my calf, my ankle and my feet. Switching legs I repeated the process. There were no panties. They weren’t needed. I took off my top. It was black. Beneath was my bra. It too was black. It was an open cup bra from Frederick’s, which meant the upper part of my breasts and my nipples were exposed with the bottom gently holding my soft globes up.
- He likes my breasts. He likes my nipples. He likes to watch them move as I move. I was moving now. Walking toward him, I climbed the loveseat that he sat on. This was a time when all those yoga and body sculpting classes came in handy because as I lifted my legs to each side of his head, my knees rested on the back of the couch while my feet buried themselves in the cushion seat. Maintaining this position after a few minutes can be difficult. My opened thighs were displayed directly in front of his mouth. I lifted the skirt as he brought that mouth closer. His cheeks brushed my inner skin and he kissed me. He didn’t touch me with any other part of him but his lips. His arms remained bent back as they grip the back of the sofa chair. He kissed me repeatedly with soft moist closed mouthed kisses. The soft suction was so sweet. Then I felt his tongue and that soft gentle licking. His slow licking of my pussy lips was sensual. The light pressure made me want more. I wanted him to kiss me deeply; to love my pussy; to kiss my pussy; to suck my pussy.